"I'm really sorry," he mumbles, feeling like an asshole. Though Max isn't wrong.
"Yeah. It's...difficult to explain how connected we are. The Drift is...silence. Quiet. Memory, you see everything. Every raw, festering thing. All the good, all the bad, just...laid out like a buffet. That's why you have to be compatible with someone. Why neural patterns are studied for each pilot. You can't just hop in with anyone. It's mental, and physical.." He passes a hand over his face, swallowing.
"Before I really knew her, I remember thinking, she moves like an athlete. Agile, strong. I had no idea until we ran the candidate trials. We had...such a strong connection." It had rivaled his connection with Yancy.
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Date: 2020-12-07 12:03 am (UTC)"I'm really sorry," he mumbles, feeling like an asshole. Though Max isn't wrong.
"Yeah. It's...difficult to explain how connected we are. The Drift is...silence. Quiet. Memory, you see everything. Every raw, festering thing. All the good, all the bad, just...laid out like a buffet. That's why you have to be compatible with someone. Why neural patterns are studied for each pilot. You can't just hop in with anyone. It's mental, and physical.." He passes a hand over his face, swallowing.
"Before I really knew her, I remember thinking, she moves like an athlete. Agile, strong. I had no idea until we ran the candidate trials. We had...such a strong connection." It had rivaled his connection with Yancy.